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"The girls all hoped you'd go, mother," said Alice, proudly, "because you're such good fun at a picnic." "Jollier!" teased Mrs. Merrill. "What would I do with Mary Jane?" "Why not take her along?" asked Alice. "She's getting big now." At that, Mary Jane who had been watching and listening all this time, dropped the napkins she had just taken out of the drawer and clapped her hands happily.
"Now that my husband is dead, I shall have everything to do." "Come with me, and I will find some one to do what ought to be done here." Yielding to the persuasion of the young scout, Mrs. Merrill accompanied him to the fort, where at once some of the women offered her the solace of their sympathy.
Merrill, and Mary Jane noticed that she didn't seem a bit worried. "It must be, because I haven't bought anything else. Come over here and let's see." She pulled her chair up to the window and turned Mary Jane's little rocker facing it. "Now, let's see what it is," she said; "maybe you'd like to open it." Mary Jane would.
There was no evading that eye. But Mrs. Merrill did what few people would have had the courage or good sense to do. "That is a political article, Miss Penniman," she said, "inspired by a bitter enemy of Jethro Bass, Mr. Worthington, who has bought the newspaper from which it was copied. For that reason, I was right in saying that it is partly true.
"I will draw it," said he, standing up in front of her. "Oh, confound it!" This exclamation, astonishing and out of place as it was, was caused by a ring at the doorbell. The ring was followed by a whispering and giggling in the hall, and then by the entrance of the Misses Merrill into the parlor. Curiosity had been too strong for them.
By eight o'clock, at which hour the conference was set, the principal financial personages of Chicago were truly in a great turmoil. Messrs. Hand, Schryhart, Merrill, and Arneel were personally interested! What would you?
Lily might even think he came to see her. Mrs. Merrill had a measure of slyness and secrecy which her daughter did not inherit. Lily was not brilliant, but she was as entirely sweet and open as the flower for which she was named. She was emotional, too, with an innocent emotionlessness, and very affectionate. Mrs.
"My family is making itself prominent to-night," said Ruth, with a little catch in her voice, as they turned with Mrs. Merrill through the conservatory and so across the hall. "I shall be here, Doctor, if you wish anything," said Mrs. Merrill, standing without as he and Ruth entered and immediately shut the door after them.
Well, Jethro," said he, with a twinkle in his eye, "are you goin' to reform? I'll bet you've got an annual over my road in your pocket right now." "Enjoy the speech-makin', Steve?" inquired Mr. Bass, solemnly. Mr. Merrill winked at Jethro, and laughed heartily. "Keep the boys away from her, Jethro," he repeated, laying his hand on the shoulder of the lad who stood beside him.
With her curls and her bonnet and her bombazine, which she wore in all seasons, she was in complete harmony with the sofa. She had thrown aside the storm cloak which had become so familiar to pedestrians in certain parts of Boston. "My dear Miss Penniman," said Mrs. Merrill, "I am delighted and honored. I scarcely hoped for such a pleasure.
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